Betrayed Heiress: My Revenge

was the cold, metallic taste

e, was twisted in a cruel smile as he watched me bleed o

ough the mud. And me, dead at twenty-fou

last thing to me, his

d, useful tool, Chloe. Did you really

was Chloe Sterling, heir to the Sterling-Ross Group, a woman with an almost supernatural intuition for

gift that

charismatic and ambitious, but caught in a hostile takeover bid tha

three sleepless nights drafting a counter-offensive, a plan so precise and agg

anted. I asked for Mark. Our engagement was announced the next week, a celebrat

beginning

ematically dismantling my family' s. He charmed my father

d telling me I was just being paranoid. She was the one who fed Mark my st

rah. My family was destroyed. My father had a heart attack. I was left

suffocating feeling of death was gone. I gasped, t

at the Sterling mansion, the morning sun streaming through th

was me, but younger. It was the face of a twenty-t

he screen made my heart stop. It was the day of

I had been give

. It was cold, sharp, and hungry for retribution. Hope? A new beginn

ed again. It w

His board is in chaos. He' s been trying to reach you all

onfident, now probably pale with panic. In my first life, I d

would be hi

s. I let his calls go to voicemail, one after another. I imagined him pacing his office, his desperation growing wi

ing the sky in hues of orange and purple.

stile Takeover. Last-Minute Save

ark. She was looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes, her hand resting on his arm

mbered. Just a

in position. The game had just begun.